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Bird cyclone
The first group shot past me like I was just another tree. Two or three dozen birds, fast and black, red-breasted, whipping past me on high-speed, swooping paths. I turned to watch them go. They divebombed down into a woody gorge. I turned back and there was another wave coming fast. One bird almost touched my cheek.
It was a…
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